He Chengxing asked the makeup artist and costume artist to dress up Yu Xiangheng and took him to the studio.

She has already explained to her superiors, and her superiors promised her that she could take the newcomers to the studio to take pictures.

"Everybody's got the equipment ready." The photographer beckoned everyone to get to work.

The photographer brought Yu Xiangheng to the photo stage.

Under the light, he wears a white shirt with a black loose denim jacket over it, and a pair of black canvas shoes under the versatile wide-legged black pants.

Yu Xiangheng didn't know when he had his ears pierced, and the costumer had ulterior motives to put on two W-shaped black studs for him.

He was completely black, and his whole body looked wild and uninhibited.

"You relax, just like you normally do." The photographer was afraid that he was nervous, so he comforted him.

Yu Xiangheng nodded, standing casually, putting his hands behind his neck, his eyes were full of laziness, without a trace of nervousness.

It seems that the photographer is overthinking.

He found a good angle to take a few photos for Yu Xiangheng, and asked Yu Xiangheng to change his posture.

I changed more than a dozen poses in succession and took a lot of shots, and the photographer said that the shots were very good. It was Yu Xiangheng, whose expression became more and more impatient.

He hated being restrained, deliberately posing in various poses, and it felt so hypocritical.

He was about to say hello when the photographer excitedly shouted, "Don't move!" That's it! ”

Yu Xiangheng paused quickly, and his impatient expression was captured by the photographer before he could hold back.

The photographer looked at the photo with satisfaction and waved his hand, "Okay, it's time to rest." ”

After shooting, there is a post-processing, publishing process or something, and waiting for his photos to appear in magazines, it is estimated that it will be at least a month later.

As for the cost, it depends on the sales volume after publication.

Yu Xiangheng is not in a hurry, it's a big deal to save money for more than a month.

said goodbye to He Chengxing, and when he went home, the mobile phone message rang.

[Wen Bangning: Done? 】

[Yu: Just came out. 】

[Wen Bangning: That's good. You...... Aren't you afraid of falling off your studies? The other party asked what he had been thinking about for a long time.

Yu Xiangheng thought for a while, [Don't be afraid. 】

Wen Bangning figured it out with a black face: It's also, it's all down to the grade, and I'm still afraid of a yarn.

[Are you healed? He suddenly remembered this and asked out of guilt.

Wen Bangning replied very easily, [I guess it will be fine in this week.] 】

[Hmm.] 】

Wen Bangning didn't reply to him. Yu Xiangheng is not the one who takes the initiative to find a topic, and the chat record between them stays at Xiang Heng's "um" sentence.

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The first class on Monday is the class teacher's class.

She came in followed by a boy.

"This is a new classmate from the third middle school."

The boy in a loose white sweatshirt had a sparkle in his eyes when he faced everyone. His eyes are so good-looking, as if he can smile.

"I'm Shen Xiangyang, and I've been a member of this class since then, so take care of me." His nice and hearty voice rang out in the classroom.

Like Mo Shiyang, he has little tiger teeth when he laughs. The difference is that Shen Xiangyang still has two small dimples when he laughs. Tiger teeth and dimples, extremely cute.

The girls in the class applauded wildly and gave their new classmates a warm welcome. The boys are scattered, and the applause is weak and weak, which is extremely perfunctory.

There is another handsome guy in the class, the boys are desperate, and the girls are happy.

Wen Bangning was woken up by applause. Sleepy-eyed looked up at the podium.

Shen Xiangyang?!

She was completely conscious, and her eyes were full of astonishment.

Shen Xiangyang smiled at her and walked straight to her, but finally stopped at the table in front of Wen Bangning.

"Classmate, is it convenient to change positions?" He asked Wen Bangning at the front table.

The front table lowered his head, and left without saying a word.

Shen Xiangyang smoothly became Wen Bangning's front table.